8Percent - Beach Boys lyrics
[8Percent - Beach Boys lyrics]
AV with that drip, ho ah, ah, ahh
Run it, run it
Run them damn dollars, bitches, ooh
(Run it, run it) gang, woah
Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy (Boom)
Fucking on some pussy then I'm
Surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Ah)
Niggas talking like they gonna do
Me, shoot me crazy, do it
A-a-all my gas got BO
And all my mans got POS
Niggas gon' take yo' bands, ooh
Yo' bi'h pussy like pee you (Pee you)
Smoke on me, that two, three
B'ih on my tongue, Lucy (Hey, hey)
Molly bean and bud, yeah
Nip her in her butt, yeah (Ayy)
I got these bitches mad, she a surfer
Ride the wave
I be popping tags, my money stack
I'm gеtting paid
Leave it in the past, my car too fast
I'm in a chasе her boyfriend a fan
(Fan) , I'm touching down in every state
And my gun go, "Blam, " he talking down
He get erased bitch, I'm smoking gas
I take my blunt right to the face
I sit back and laugh
(Woo) , all these rappers run in place
Bitch, I do the dash, I'm so fast
I can't explain
Double it, double it, double it up
She hitting my line, I don't give a fuck
Got two 45s, they ready to bust
Got two bad dimes, they ready to
Hold up, hold up, talking down
You can get left
Say that shit with my chest
My time till my death
Bitch, I never went to sleep
Why the fuck would I rest?
Now, why the hell would he test?
No hands, you hoes say it with yo' chest (Oh)
Big two, threes, got her jumping out the gym
Just like Jordan, he blessed (Pow)
I cannot sleep, got too many lonely shawties
Playing with the king, my phone don't ring
Hit the red button if you
Ain't about the green (Green)
Wavy on a ho, so I'm surfin' (Surfin')
She see me on IG, saying, "Khalil
You look way better in person" (yeah)
Scratch that, get it in, she clap back
I be making money
Do whatever like a thottie up on Snapchat
Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy
Fucking on some pussy then I'm
Surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Blah, blah, blah)
Niggas talking like they gonna do
Me, shoot me crazy, do it
Ho-Ho-Ho-Honolulu, hips on hulu (O oh)
When she wake up, fuck her face up
I don't fuck with a Goddamn bitch
She suck my dick with her Goddamn legs up
S-s-s-step in Margiela
Get hella Coachella ass bitches
Tongue enema, smooth wipes
Give 'em a bit of my pickle and kids
In the middle of mixing my tunes, right
Ooh, I'm done rapping about bullshit
I'm gonna fly out to Hawaii
(Woo) , and fuck Lilo's mom (yeah)
I mean her aunt
(yeah) , and punt that lil' nigga stitch
Run it, run it
Run them damn dollars, bitches, ooh
(Run it, run it) gang, woah
Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy (Boom)
Fucking on some pussy then I'm
Surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Ah)
Niggas talking like they gonna do
Me, shoot me crazy, do it
A-a-all my gas got BO
And all my mans got POS
Niggas gon' take yo' bands, ooh
Yo' bi'h pussy like pee you (Pee you)
Smoke on me, that two, three
B'ih on my tongue, Lucy (Hey, hey)
Molly bean and bud, yeah
Nip her in her butt, yeah (Ayy)
I got these bitches mad, she a surfer
Ride the wave
I be popping tags, my money stack
I'm gеtting paid
Leave it in the past, my car too fast
I'm in a chasе her boyfriend a fan
(Fan) , I'm touching down in every state
And my gun go, "Blam, " he talking down
He get erased bitch, I'm smoking gas
I take my blunt right to the face
I sit back and laugh
(Woo) , all these rappers run in place
Bitch, I do the dash, I'm so fast
I can't explain
Double it, double it, double it up
She hitting my line, I don't give a fuck
Got two 45s, they ready to bust
Got two bad dimes, they ready to
Hold up, hold up, talking down
You can get left
Say that shit with my chest
My time till my death
Bitch, I never went to sleep
Why the fuck would I rest?
Now, why the hell would he test?
No hands, you hoes say it with yo' chest (Oh)
Big two, threes, got her jumping out the gym
Just like Jordan, he blessed (Pow)
I cannot sleep, got too many lonely shawties
Playing with the king, my phone don't ring
Hit the red button if you
Ain't about the green (Green)
Wavy on a ho, so I'm surfin' (Surfin')
She see me on IG, saying, "Khalil
You look way better in person" (yeah)
Scratch that, get it in, she clap back
I be making money
Do whatever like a thottie up on Snapchat
Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy
Fucking on some pussy then I'm
Surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Blah, blah, blah)
Niggas talking like they gonna do
Me, shoot me crazy, do it
Ho-Ho-Ho-Honolulu, hips on hulu (O oh)
When she wake up, fuck her face up
I don't fuck with a Goddamn bitch
She suck my dick with her Goddamn legs up
S-s-s-step in Margiela
Get hella Coachella ass bitches
Tongue enema, smooth wipes
Give 'em a bit of my pickle and kids
In the middle of mixing my tunes, right
Ooh, I'm done rapping about bullshit
I'm gonna fly out to Hawaii
(Woo) , and fuck Lilo's mom (yeah)
I mean her aunt
(yeah) , and punt that lil' nigga stitch